As from the western mountains fade
The glories of the afterglow,
A zephyr cometh, soft and low
Like gentle, plaintive music played
On tuneful lyres of long ago.
It steals amid the choric pines
That at its thrilling touch resound,
Vibrating with a mournful sound-
A plaint for Day, that slow declines
Beyond the distant western bound.
The music grows and swells amain,
A grand, full-volumed melody,
Sad, sorrowful inexpressibly,
And laden with secret, world-old pain-
Nature's eternal threnody.
The Wind-threnody
Clark Ashton Smith
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Poem topics: nature, pain, sad, world, gentle, long, eternal, touch, secret, soft, slow, bound, sound, Valentine's Day, melody, music, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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